June 1,
G̶r̶e̶e̶t̶i̶n̶g̶s̶!̶ ̶
S̶a̶l̶u̶t̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ ̶W̶a̶s̶s̶s̶s̶u̶p̶?̶
Hey there!
My name is Stanford Pines, and from now on I'll be the one writing in this book! You're probably wondering how a normal kid like me wound up with one of the most amazing books of all time. Well, it wasn't on my summer reading list! The truth is-
I̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶1̶0̶0̶ ̶m̶u̶m̶m̶i̶e̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶ ̶
I̶ ̶b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶v̶a̶m̶p̶i̶r̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶e̶c̶k̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶.̶ ̶
I̶ ̶p̶u̶l̶l̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶m̶a̶c̶h̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶d̶r̶a̶g̶o̶n̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶b̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶s̶.̶
I... found it on total accident.
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At first, this old thing was covered in centipedes and dust and smelled worse than my Graunty Mabel. (More on her later). But once I blow-dried all the moths out, I began to look through this sucker, and I've been obsessed ever since!
To be honest, no one in this town gets me. My weird glitter-covered great aunt is, well... weird, my brother is going through a girl-crazy phase, and the only Shack employees our age E̶l̶l̶a̶?̶ ̶F̶r̶a̶n̶k̶i̶e̶?̶ just talk with each other all day. No one believes me, but from the moment I arrived, I've felt like there's some conspiracy going on in this town. Whoever this "Author" is, he's the only person who ever learned the truth about this place!I vow to follow in the previous Author's footsteps, unravel the mysteries of this strange town, and answer the ultimate mystery: WHO IS THE AUTHOR? After Graunty Mabel's done making me hose off the sascrotch, of course.
But before I begin, maybe I should tell you a little about myself!
YOU ARE READING
The Third Journal
FanfictionDespite the cover, this is a Relativity Falls copy of the THIRD journal. Notes: Any words in the journal that are crossed out that aren't legible will be replaced with ##### Sometimes I'll have to use the same text style for multiple characte...
